"Be careful, there are several people at the peak of the Suzhou martial arts world gathered here, and each of them is very strong. Shi Tianwei reminded with a solemn face: "You may be able to defeat one person easily, but there are at least eight people above the sixth layer of the Tribulation Realm, and they are all old monsters who have lived for more than a hundred years, which one of them did not come out of the sea of blood." ”

"Hmm. Ling Hao nodded indifferently: "It's understandable, don't say that these people, even if there are ten or eight more, they may not be able to hurt Ling." ”

Chu Tianlin carried a group of Suzhou warriors, with a look of confidence on his face.

"Is that him?"

Xu Rensong's eyes were puzzled: "Longjiang is really in decline, how can a young man in his twenties be qualified to be called a master." ”

Ling Hao was really too young, standing in the crowd like a student still in school.

Moreover, there is no fluctuation of internal strength on the body, and there is no breath of blood and qi.

The other Suzhou family heads also frowned.

The youngest of them were seventy or eighty years old, and the older ones were about one hundred and fifty.

Standing up casually, all of them were several times bigger than Ling Hao.

It was still a big bully to fight with Ling Hao alone, not to mention that when they came, they were discussing a group of people.

I only heard rumors that Master Long Jiangling was young, but it was undoubtedly more amazing to actually see it.

At such an age, do you really have the strength to slash the Tribulation Realm?

"Old Xu, don't be fooled by his appearance, Old Su's arms were crushed by him with magic. Chu Tianlin hurriedly said.

These old guys were all invited by him with great effort, don't look at the short time, but the Chu family has paid a lot.

Even if you build another family, it will be more than enough.

Otherwise, even if he had a lot of face, how could he invite so many martial arts ancestors in Suzhou.

"Oh, Wei San, you go and try, if you really have the ability, let's go together, don't fall into our reputation in Suzhou." "Xu Rensong, as the president of the Suzhou Martial Arts Association, still has majesty.

Not to mention, his strength is also the top in this group of people.

After the words fell, Wei Tianfeng, the head of the Wei family in Suzhou, who was standing next to him, nodded and walked out.

Seeing that only Wei Tianfeng came up, Shi Tianwei breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice: "This person is the head of the Wei family, inherited from the Wei family in Suzhou before liberation, and a set of Benlong Fist Technique has been cultivated to the extreme not long ago, and it is extremely famous in the Suzhou martial arts world. ”

"Benlong Fist Method!"

Ling Hao shook his head secretly, it was just a martial art, it was not worth mentioning to him.

"Longjiang City is just a small city, dare to call yourself a master, and have the ability to hurt Su Lao, boy, you are very good. Walking up slowly, Wei Tianfeng looked disdainful.

"It's just an ant, martial arts are commonplace, killing him is like killing a dog. Ling Hao took a step forward and shook his head: "You... It's the same. ”

"Arrogance!"

Hearing Ling Hao's words, everyone in the Suzhou martial arts world standing behind them suddenly frowned.

If Ling Hao didn't say this, they would still think a little highest, but such arrogance made them feel that in addition to anger, they felt that there was just a young man with a low heart in front of them, and that's it.

He knows a few spells, but his strength is not much stronger.

After all, the strength of the spell is obvious to all, and many people will be arrogant when they accidentally cultivate it.

Hearing Ling Hao's words, Wei Tianfeng's gaze gradually became gloomy: "Okay, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, you have just been born with no one in your eyes, today Wei will replace your family to teach you what to do when you see your elders." ”

After speaking, Wei Tianfeng's palm turned into a fist, and the whole person swept towards Ling Hao like a Tyrannosaurus rex walking on the ground.

The seventh layer of the Tribulation Realm is rich in qi and blood, and if an ordinary martial artist just faces Wei Tianfeng's momentum, he can be scared into weakness.

But Ling Hao turned a deaf ear, his gaze swept over Wei Tianfeng casually, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned: "The Benlong Fist Technique is nothing more than that." ”

"Boy, the old man's Benlong Fist is no one in the martial arts world of Jiang Province who dares to underestimate it. ”

As he traveled, Wei Tianxing's figure and voice arrived in front of Ling Hao together, as fast as the wind, far beyond the wind.

The momentum is like a dragon, and it is brave to move forward.

Although it was only a punch and there was no showmanship, the power of this punch seemed to be able to blast through the sky and tear the heavens and the earth apart.

In the distance, Xu Rensong kept nodding: "Wei Laosan's dragon running fist technique is getting more and more powerful, and the qi and blood are galloping as if there is a real dragon in the body." ”

"That's right, Wei Laosan's skills have not only decreased over the years, but he has also become a little stronger, maybe it is really possible to step into the eighth layer of the Tribulation Realm, and the status of the Wei family can be stable in Suzhou for many years. ”

"Well, three years ago, I was able to beat Wei Laosan in a competition, but now I'm afraid I'm no longer his opponent. An old man sighed softly, his eyes shining.

At their age, at this point, it is difficult for martial arts cultivators to go further.

But Wei Laosan was about to grope for the threshold of the eighth layer of the Tribulation Realm before him.

This undoubtedly made many Suzhou martial arts people at the scene quite envious.

And the people from the Wei family all had a look of pride on their faces.

This is their ancestor, who raised the Wei family, which was already in decline, from a new one, and stood on the high ground of the martial arts world in Suzhou, making countless people in Suzhou look up.

"Boy, let me die. ”

Wei Tianxing bullied Ling Hao, with a confident look on his face, the Benlong Fist Method is a close-range martial art, created by the ancestors of the Wei family before liberation, and killed many Dongying people at the beginning.

As long as he was bullied by the Benlong Fist Method, even a martial artist whose strength was stronger than Wei Tianfeng would definitely not be able to withstand such a fierce attack.

"The word death is very heavy, don't say it lightly. ”

Ling Hao kept stretching out his palm, and his voice was indifferent with a bit of mockery.

Boom!

A dull voice rang out, and Wei Tianfeng's face suddenly became ugly.

"It's... How is this done?"

"Wei Lao's first attack, just now it was clear that the punch had already reached his face. ”

In the bluestone square in front of the entrance of Nanlin, an extremely shocking scene was displayed in front of everyone's eyes at this time.

I saw that Ling Hao's palm was propped up at some point, and he resisted Wei Tianfeng's fist leisurely.

Moreover, the thread does not move.

On the contrary, Wei Laosan's face turned a little red, as if he had smashed a fist on the steel wall, and his footsteps moved back by as much as half a meter.

"So fast!"

Shi Tianwei's gaze retreated, and it was just a moment of lightning, if it were for him, he would have already rolled around lazily to dodge.

But Ling Hao actually resisted Wei Laosan's punch with a thunderous palm.

And unharmed, as if it were not a fist but just a child's toy.

"Not only that, but it's powerful. ”

Beside Shi Tianwei, although he had seen Ling Hao's toughness, Li Rongxi's beautiful eyes still couldn't help but open wide at this time.

After all, Wei Tianfeng's boxing skills have been in the martial arts world of Suzhou for many years, and it can be said that Wei Tianfeng dares to say that he is the second in Suzhou in terms of boxing attainments, and no one dares to say that he is the first.

"This is the Benlong Fist Technique, just like playing a house?" Ling Hao curled the corners of his mouth mockingly, and his palm suddenly pinched Wei Tianxing's fist, and flicked it slightly.

(End of chapter)